The Land of Fire! The Hidden Leaf Village!
The winter sun wasn't dazzling but brought a hint of warmth.
The grove was covered in silver, the ground blanketed in white.
A young child with a bruised face and nose looked around in confusion.
"Where is this? Wasn't I just at home watching Ellie? How did I get here?"
"Hiss!! It hurts!"
Just as he finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through his face.
The child stood up and staggered forward.
"This… This… Could it be…"
Looking up at the massive stone statues above, his young eyes filled with shock.
It hurt—his head throbbed as if bitten by thousands of ants.
Memories surged into his mind like a flood.
The pain contorted his face as he rolled on the ground, overwhelmed.
Birth. Records. Conversations… Scenes flashed like a slideshow in his head.
His brain soaked it all up like a sponge.
No one knew how long it lasted, but the twisted pain on his face gradually shifted into fear.
If he had only guessed at first, then now—after absorbing those memories—he was certain.
He—Tenshiro Arata! A perfectly average guy from Earth—had transmigrated!
Transmigrated into the world of an anime on Earth!
Naruto!
That's right! The world of shinobi, of Five Great Nations at war!
A world where clans and bloodlines reigned supreme.
And he—he really had transmigrated! But unlike those cliché protagonists from online fanfics who ended up in the bodies of Senju, Uchiha, or Uzumaki, he'd become… a nobody.
No legendary bloodline, no powerful clan. Just a poor orphan.
Anyone familiar with the Naruto world knew: life was cheap, especially without power.
But Arata wasn't panicked. He'd read enough stories to know one thing: transmigrators always had a "golden finger" — a cheat of sorts.
According to the memories, his current body was named Ayanami Kaito . He was 4 years old, both parents dead, and living as an orphan. He fainted here in the snow after stepping in to protect a little girl with white eyes from three bullies.
A one-against-three fight ensued.
When he woke up again, he was no longer himself. He was now in this new body.
Well… if there was anything remotely satisfying about this life, it was that this kid was engaged to the "Konoha Prince."
Rubbing his throbbing forehead, Arata sighed and looked into the distance, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. He knew—this was it. There was no going back.
He was an orphan in his past life. He remained one now. It didn't really matter—it was just a change of setting.
What truly made him miserable was the 300 GB of, uh, "resources" he'd stored on his computer. He'd been right in the middle of a nostalgic rewatch of Ellie too!
Why couldn't that have transferred over?
In this world with barely any entertainment, what was a lone wolf supposed to do?
Sigh…
All the sadness and regrets turned into a quiet sigh.
"My heart is like Aoi's serene sky and still waters;
My thoughts, like Matsushima's falling maple leaves.
Outside, Muto's orchids bloom quietly;
My feelings… like Iijima's fading warmth."
After reciting the poetic nonsense, Arata wiped a tear.
"Farewell… my youth!"
He turned around, eyes slightly red, and made his way to the home from the body's memories.
He needed to activate his system—his golden finger. That was the only way to gain a foothold here.
Before his death, This body's father had been a special jonin. His home in Konoha was modest but decent, a small villa near the Yamanaka Clan's residence.
Pushing open the familiar yet unfamiliar door, Arata entered the bedroom.
Lying on the tatami, he whispered with hopeful eyes, "System, are you there?"
[I'm here,Host.]
A mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
Hearing the voice, Arata's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Can you tell me what you can do?"
…
After a brief exchange, Arata gained a basic understanding of the system.
Its name: [God-level Dimensional Training System].
This space wasn't like an inventory or item pouch—it was a training space. A separate dimension that could simulate any location in the real world.
The most powerful feature? Time dilation.
Ten days inside was just a moment outside. It was like a hyperbolic time chamber from the anime!
"System! Do I get a newbie gift pack?"
[Ding! Yes.]
[Congratulations, Host! You've obtained the Logia-Type Devil Fruit: Thunder Fruit!]
Upon seeing the reward, Arata's pupils contracted, heart pounding.
Devil Fruits were from the One Piece universe. Each held mysterious powers, transforming the consumer in unimaginable ways.
They came in three types: Logia, Paramecia, and Zoan.
Of them, Logia-types were rare and overwhelmingly powerful.
The Thunder Fruit—Enel's fruit—was one of the most devastating.
In the original series, Enel was practically unbeatable. If not for Luffy's rubber-based immunity to electricity and protagonist plot armor, no one could've stopped him.
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